Kirstin Jackson

It was a truly beautiful morning; ripe with promise, alive with anticipation, resplendent with resplendence. For events of this scale, we park our own cars well out of the way, high above the vines. The walk down in the morning,… Read More ›

If it’s not me, but brie … then aren’t I free, to eschew my filigree of daintily demurring second portionry when said bounty is offered me? ~ This is the way the mind runs whilst reading Kirstin Jackson’s fabulous book… Read More ›